Lethean Shroud

The dank air clamped its chilling grip onto Rayanna's raw arms. She cast furtive glances into the rustling forest. And at him. He maintained a lead of no more than ten feet, every step of his boot hitting the earth with sure footing. Her own soles slid on the undulating, narrow…

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Scenescaping

Certain days become moments of uncommon fortune. Today, luck has met you here. This blog has morphed into a vessel and extend its gangplank to you. Welcome to Scenescaping, a venture into uncharted stories where the readers suggest tale fragments and an author navigates us through them and beyond. Shall we take…

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The Worry Curse, Part 3

Ashen clouds rumbled warnings overhead as its audience of street traffic and pedestrians dwindled. Laina squinted against a damp gust tainted with smog. A man bumped against her shoulder as he brushed past her on the sidewalk. She glanced back, patting her purse and pockets--everything still in place. His trench coat…

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